The Augusta Train Trip, Chapter 3

The next morning I called the medical convention’s organizers and told them I would not be able to attend, nor speak at any of their panels, not just for that day, but for the entire event. I simply explained that I was needed back in New York, and no further questions were asked. I then called The Augusta Union Rail Station to have my return trip to New York adjusted from that following week to that next day. And then I ordered a ticket for Billy, and while declaring him to be my nephew I arranged to have him travel with me in my private compartment.

After breakfast Billy and I went to his bank where I paid his car loan off, and then we went to his friend’s house so he could collect a single suitcase that contained his belongings. And finally we went to the used car lot where he had purchased his car. Even though he had only purchased the car only thirty-six days earlier, they only gave $180 for it, less than half of what he had paid for it.

Billy was upset, but I calmed him down by letting him keep the $180, just so he could have some money of his own. And then we had the used car people drive us to the hotel where we ate dinner and remained until it was time for me to administer a second enema to Billy.

It wasn’t until then that I began to worry. Billy even got tearful while he held his enema, telling me that he was so messed up that he was afraid he was going to ruin my life. I couldn’t help it. I took him in my arms again and kissed him for the second time. To me that kiss was as magically wonderful as our kiss had been the night before. And when we broke from that kiss, I said, “You can’t feel bad about that kiss. It was all my doing so you can’t feel guilty.”

Billy just looked at me, and then jumped to the toilet so he could expel his enema. I sensed he felt a deep sense of embarrassment over having to release the fouled contents of his bowel in my presence. But for selfish reasons I didn’t care. I loved him, and there was nothing he could do about that. Still, I eventually left him so I could climb into bed. A few minutes later he silently entered the bedroom. I could tell he not only didn’t want to be heard, but he also didn’t want to be seen or touched, so I continued to fain sleep.

I let Billy lay as he saw fit until I sensed he was crying. That’s when I turned to him so I could once again take him in my arms and pull his body to mine. He didn’t fight my embrace, but instead seemed to mold his body into mine. To me his body felt so warm, so alive, so right that I couldn’t help but massage and caress him. I felt him maneuver his body until we were in full body contact, and only then did he say, “I love you, Max. I really do. So please don’t give up on me. I’ve been thinking that maybe I could get through this if I didn’t feel so guilty or bad over the feelings I have for you.”

I didn’t know where Billy was going with that thought, so I pushed him back so I could see into his eyes as I asked, “And how do you think you might accomplish that?”

He remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, “I’ve never told anyone this before, but I’ve had dream of being raped by big strong men. And because I was raped in those dreams, I didn’t feel guilty for the pleasures I experienced while they did nasty things to me. Does that make sense, Sir?”

I pulled his face back to my chest and kissed his head as I pulled the rest of his body even closer. And when his penis came up against mine, I asked, “You aren’t suggesting that I rape you, are you? Because I love you far too much to pull off such a charade.”

“It wouldn’t be real rape, Sir, just play acting. Maybe we might only need to do it once, but it could help me not feel so much guilt and shame over the way I feel for you.” Then after another short pause, he went on to say, “Just forget it. I told you I was screwed up. That was just another dumb Idea.”

“No Billy. The more I think about it, the more I don’t think it was dumb at all. Let’s try it.”

“Tonight?” he asked.

“Yes, why not? I feel so much love for you that I’m anxious for you to feel the feelings that you seem to be afraid to feel. In fact, it’s so important to me that I won’t even have to play act.”

I got up, went to one of my bags and withdrew a silk tie. Billy just sat there as I blindfolded him with it while giving him strict orders not to touch it. I told him that if he so much as touched the tie I would give his bare bottom a spanking he would never forget. Billy sat totally still while looking even more beautiful even though his beautiful eyes were then covered. And once the tie was tightly secured, I told him that I thought his little boy fanny needed a good rinse enema, and if he put up a fuss I would spank his fanny until he was begging for an enema.

Even with his eyes covered it was easy to discern that his expression suddenly changed from beautiful to innocent. I told him that I would be right back, and that he wasn’t to move nor touch the tie.

When I returned with Billy’s rinse enema I hung it from one of two no-longer-in-use gas lights that were mounted just above the bed’s headboard. Billy was looking pensive, yet once again too beautiful to describe. He raised his right hand and touched his blindfold. He didn’t move it or lift it so he could peek out, but he did touch it. I wanted to kiss him, but instead I said, “I told you not to touch that. So now I’m going to have to spank your naked behind.”

I grabbed him, hauled him over my lap, lowered his underpants, and then proceeded to hand spank the most beautiful smooth hairless boy buns I had ever seen. I didn’t play act, but spanked his beautiful butt cheeks hard enough that they reddened right up. Then while I still had him over my knee, I opened his butt cheeks and greased his anus with Vaseline. I didn’t wait for permission, but inserted my finger to its fullest reach, and then I literally fucked his asshole while loving how his anus and rectum clutched and grasped my finger in the most erotic and sexual ways.

Only after working his anus and rectum into a sexual frenzy did I finally insert the enema nozzle and begin his enema. And like with my finger, I fucked his asshole with the nozzle all the time the warm rinse water filled into his rectum and colon. Billy began to breathe hard, and continued to breathe hard until the bag finally ran dry. I withdrew the nozzle, rolled Billy onto the bed, and then after fully removing his underpants I began to suck his cock for all I was worth. It was all such a powerful experience that soon Billy was sucking my penis as I sucked his, and we soon came in our first mutual orgasm, an experience that seemed to cause Billy to become more affectionate than ever.

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The trip back to New York presented a few more obstacles, in that I needed to administer an enema to Billy the night we traveled through South Carolina, because the tiny lavatory that was available to us didn’t really lend itself to such a procedure. Billy wanted to skip that enema, but I wouldn’t hear of it. I managed by making up Billy’s enema in that tiny lavatory, and then bringing it back to our private compartment while it was wrapped in a towel. I administered that enema to Billy, and we even sucked each other to orgasm while Billy was once again blindfolded. But the scary part for Billy, was when he had to make a run for that lavatory while hoping no other passenger had found a need for it. Fortunately, and probably only because it was so late, all went well.

Early that next afternoon we steamed in to Grand Central Station. I took Billy up to the engine to watch a crew of oilers wipe down and oil many of the mighty beast’s external parts as the engine continued to wheeze and hiss while at the same time seeming to be too big and powerful to have been conceived and built by something as insignificant as man.